THE POOR WIFE
Chapter 11
The more days, Agam is changing. The man continuously hurt Kina. However, Kina remained patient in responding to her husband's attitude. Although the pain continued to plunge the heart, tear, tear, Kina still loved her husband.
Some people are willing to consider him stupid. But it's about how to maintain the household. Agam is Kina's first love, and Agam should be her last love anyway.
Once Kina tried to go to the store, to make sure if her husband actually went to work. But in fact, she saw her husband making out with a woman in front of the cafe who had just gotten out of the car.
Every night Agam came home drunk, even the man often came home in the morning. The body of a man with a distinctive fragrance is now changing the smell of cigarette smoke and drinks.
And what kept Kina from burying her hope in Agam, the man still wanted to touch her. Although she knew that her husband did it on the basis of naffsu, not love. But that's okay, he has a duty to serve.
And today, the man fell ill. Her body temperature is high.
"Mas, we're going to the hospital, yeah. I'm afraid you're why-why. We're going to the hospital, yeah .." persuade Kina to worry.
Agam did not respond to Kina's invitation. The man ignored his wife's worries.
"We go to the hospital, yes, mas .." refer Kina again.
"Can it be? Bawel is a person. I'm sick again, need calm" cried Agam.
"Yes, mas. But-"
"DIAAMMM ...!!!" Agam made Kina's body jerk in shock.
Kina lowered her head, her eye fertilizers had already begun to cultivate a clear white liquid that was ready to descend at any moment.
"Well, if you don't want to go to the hospital, I'll compress, okay?"
Agam raised a sharp look at Kina. But Kina replied to him with a smile review.
"I'm compressing ya, mas. You can't refuse!" Then Kina moved out of the room.
Agam exhaled while rubbing his rough face. Though all this time he tried to hurt Kina so that the woman who gave up, but why Kina actually persisted.
"You don't get angry just yeah, mas. You are now sick again. Got to get plenty of rest. Even if you want to get angry later if it has healed," Kina said while massaging Agam's leg slowly.
Agam flinching, the man chose to keep quiet while closing his eyes.
"Tomorrow don't get drunk again. Drinks are not good for health. Especially if you play women again. I don't like it, mas," said Kina.
"If you don't like why do you still survive? Why don't you give up anyway?" said Agam opened his voice.
"Because I'm sure you can change. I love you because I know you're good."
"But the proof is I'm not good. I like to drink, play girls, so why still love me?"
"Because you're the first love I want to make last love."
Kina's reply made Agam silent for a moment. The man opened his eyes and looked at the face of Kina who was squeezing a small towel to get back on her forehead.
"Don't love too much, you can hate it."
Agam's words made Kina who was sticking a small towel now turned to look at her husband's face. Their eyes met each other.
"Instead, don't hate it too much. Later you can be sorry when your hate has changed love, but I'm gone."
"Are you leaving?"
Kina shrugged her shoulders. "I'll hold on. But man has a point where he is tired."
Agam. He did not look away from Kina's face at all. But at once he remembered something that made him have to brush off the rough words of Kina just now. He cannot be influenced by the woman's words.
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